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Lopez in Photos and News About Graham

June 18, 2011

Over Memorial Day weekend, we spent a couple of days on Lopez Island.  Our kids are now getting to the ages where they remember things from the few past years of their lives.  We are no longer dragging them around without them knowing where they are, they are really creating memories.  It is exciting and moving to witness.  They remember Lopez.  It isn’t just another place where they sleep in a bed that is different from home.  They remember the pretzels on the ferry, that our house has a hammock and a great rock-throwing beach.  They remember that the drugstore has milkshakes and that there is an incredible bakery.  (Hmmm.  Most of these memories involve food.  I wonder why that would be.)

Because I have written so much about my almost life-long love affair many different times here, I thought I would more or less let the photos speak for themselves.

The hammock.  It is silent out there.

Every time we go up to the island there are different shells on the back porch.

Lopez has this amazing rugged coastline with mountain views and eagles soaring across (sometimes) blue skies.  It also has a gorgeous pastoral interior where lots of cows, sheeps, and horses live a pretty good life.  This year, because of all the rain we have had, the hay is so green.  By August this will be brown.

Speaking of rain, I don’t ever remember, in 30 years of going to that island, the fire danger sign reading as “low”.

Speaking of rain, again, we spent a rainy morning at their lovely perfect library.

Fortunately there was plenty of sun for rock-throwing on our little beach.

This photo pretty much sums up his personality these days.

No words.  The cuteness…

And because I don’t think I have a single photo of Randy and I together on this blog, I thought I would include this from our Napa trip in early May.

I have good news on the school front.  In the spring I wrote about our predicament with our neighborhood school.  We sent off our application to an “option” school not too far from our  neighborhood.  Option schools are public and they draw from all over the city.  They tend to have a specific focus and the one we hoped to get into has a technology focus.  While that was a compelling reason for Graham to attend, the main reason we wanted to send him there is so that he could follow his amazing resource room teacher, the exceptionally kind librarian, and the all-important gym teacher.  Just a couple of weeks ago, I got word that Graham got in.  Randy and I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

But now, as the school year is winding down (2 more days left), I feel incredibly sad about leaving our neighborhood school.  There are so many nice children in Graham’s class and some wonderful parents with whom I can imagine forming friendships.  Everyone just got their immersion language assignment (Spanish or Japanese) and there is a buzz as parents and children alike contemplate their next year learning a new language.  We are not and will not be a part of that.  I feel angry that we were basically forced to leave this school, these children, and these parents.  Our city has let us down.

I know that the new school will be terrific.  Graham will make new friends, I will get to know a whole new set of parents and children – we will form a new community.  I’m glad we have the summer to heal and gear up for first grade.




3 Years and 500 Posts

May 9, 2011

Friends – can you believe it?  With a little work and good solid use of a calendar, I was able to coincide my 500th post and my three year blog anniversary.  I want to say a big thank you to everyone who has ever read my blog, recommended my blog, commented on my blog, told me you liked my blog, or had any positive interaction with me and my blog.  I sound like I’m kidding but I’m not.  Three years ago if you had asked me where I would be with this thing three years in the future, I probably would have said that I had given it up long ago, or I had a cookbook deal.  Neither is the case and that is just fine with me.  I like my little space in the blogosphere and I really do thank you for being here with me.

I know many food bloggers have FAQ pages.  Truthfully, I don’t get that many questions through email but the ones I get tend to be the same.  So here are the answers to those questions.  I also get a lot of cooking related questions in my classes decided to share those answers too.

What kind of pans do you use?

I have quite a few pans.  I have an assortment of All-Clad stainless steel pots which I have had for about eight years and I have had great success with them.  They work well but they do not move me.  I also have three Le Crueset pans that I am emotional about.  I have a cast iron skillet which I need to season but I do love and I also have two non-stick pans which I use primarily for eggs or grilled cheese sandwiches.

What kind of oil do you use in your cooking?

Unless I am making Asian or Mexican food, I use olive oil in my cooking.  Extra virgin olive oil.  Now, to be clear – I don’t do a lot of pan-frying.  There are no steaks or chicken breasts in my pans.  I am mostly sautéing fairly quickly and olive oil works great for me.  For Asian or Mexican food, I find I want a more neutral tasting oil so I turn to canola oil.  Canola oil, in addition to being virtually tasteless, has a higher smoke point than olive oil which means you can cook at a higher temperature without your pan smoking.  Other good high smoke point oils are safflower and grapeseed.

I buy my cooking olive oil at Costco.  Although I use a light hand with oil in my cooking, I cook a lot and I go through a lot of oil.  I need quantity and I don’t want to pay a fortune.  I have found that the Kirkland brand that comes in a glass bottle, not the type that comes in two plastic jugs, is decent for cooking.  I always have a finer and tastier olive oil on hand for salad dressings and drizzling.  I don’t have a favorite – I just spend about $20-$25 on each bottle and taste all different ones.

What kind of salt do you use?

When cooking, I use kosher salt, Diamond brand to be exact.  I keep a ramekin of it by my stove at all times.  When baking, I use table salt, unless a recipe specifically says to use kosher salt.  I use sea salt (and I have a variety of them) as a finishing salt only, like a garnish.

What kind of knife do you use?

I have an assortment.  In my knife block, you will find Shun, Global, Wustorf, and various others.  I believe that a knife is a deeply personal thing.  Everyone’s hands are different and everyone’s style of chopping is different.  The most important thing you can do is hold a variety of knives and see which feels best to you.  Most people will tell you that you only need a chef’s knife, a serrated knife, and a paring knife.  I believe this – I just happen to have a variety of chef’s knives.  I also like having a tomato knife for cutting citrus.

Where do you shop?

I shop all over the place.  I would love to say that I do one big shop per week but I find it next to impossible to accomplish that.  I try to do one big basic shop in a regular grocery store (or using Amazon Fresh) and then hit up Whole Foods or PCC (a local Whole Foods-like store) for more specialized ingredients.  In the summer time,  I usually hit between two and four farmers markets a week.  Consequently, the amount of time I spend in food stores is ridiculous and our grocery bill is through.the.roof.

Are your kids veg?

Yes, my kids are vegetarian.  They have never eaten meat.  They are now old enough to know that they are vegetarian and what that means.  They also understand that other people eat meat and that is just fine.  For now, they are happy with this arrangement.  I assume that someday, they will turn to me and say, “Wait a second, I want a hamburger!”  I will accept them making that choice as long as they understand that all the food I cook is vegetarian.

Does your husband eat meat?

Yes.

Does that bother you?

No.

How does that work exactly?

It works for two big reasons.  One is that I am the cook in the house and two is that Randy is a good eater.  He eats strictly veg at home (I never cook meat) and will eat meat or fish when we are out or at someone else’s house.

Do your kids eat all the crazy things you make?

I wish I could say yes but the answer is no.  We are in the habit of feeding our kids first, around 6:00, and then eating our dinner together later.  This habit started because for many years, Randy would come home from work after the kids were in bed.  I found that I liked having dinner just the two of us.  We are busy people with busy lives and I enjoy being about to carve our a quick dinner together before the chaos of boys’ bedtime ensues.  Consequently, the boys usually eat something different, something more kid friendly than what we have.  I feed them well and always try to introduce new tastes to them and in general they are very good eaters, especially Graham.  We always ate together as a family when I was a kid and Randy did too with his family.  We are committed to making that happen as the kids get a little older.

Did you go to cooking school?

Nope.  I am a self-taught cook and baker.  I have taken classes here and there along the way that have helped me refine certain skills but most of what I know I taught myself.  Having over 150 cookbooks helps.

I hate my day job!  I want to quit and do what you do!  How do I get started?

I got this question a lot when I was working as a personal chef with regular clients.  I still have people asking me how to break into personal chef-ing/catering/teaching cooking classes.  For me, it happened very slowly.  I had one young baby when I started and I didn’t have a lot of extra time or energy so I built my very small business very slowly.  My very first client fell into my lap and I built from there.  I always encourage people to do a lot of research – what are other people doing in your area, how can you set yourself apart?  I have been fortunate in that the money I have brought in has been extra – not something we needed for our family budget – so I was never under pressure to make a living at cooking.  In my experience, it would have been difficult to really make enough money for it to make sense as a full time job, but people do it.  In general, I have worked very hard and have done the very best I can do with every personal chef meal, event I have catered, and class I have taught.  It is easy to try hard when you love what you do.

I want to take a class with you!  Have you added any more to the schedule?

Why yes, I have!  I added another Thai class to June and I will be teaching two baking classes.  Come join me!

With all the treats you bake, how do you not weigh 300 pounds?

There is a simple answer and a complex answer to this question.  The simple answer is that although the baking I do is full-fat and decadent, most of my cooking is very light and healthy.  I really like healthy food and don’t use a lot of oil, butter, dairy, or much cheese in my savory food.  I do taste everything I bake but I don’t eat very much of it.  I like to have something sweet after dinner but most of the time, I can be satisfied with just a bite or two.  The more complex answer will come someday perhaps to this blog, after some soul-searching and some therapy.  :)

Again, thank you to all of you for reading, emailing, commenting, and just being swell in general.  Check back soon, I will be doing some celebratory giveaways.



Discrimination

April 28, 2011

Periodically, I like to take a break from the sweets and healthy vegetarian fare and give you updates on my sweet son Graham.  Just this year, he has learned to ski, swim, and ride a two-wheel bike.  There were times when I wondered if he would ever do any of those things, let alone all three.  We are proud parents.

I went in to his school recently to amend his IEP.  IEP stands for Individualized Education Plan, and each student with special needs has one.  Graham has met a lot of his goals that were set last year, and we just needed to draw up new goals and adjust the amount of time he spends with the resource room teacher and the speech therapist.  Graham is doing incredibly well in school.  He is learning to read, do addition and subtraction, and, as he always has in his short life, he is bringing joy to peoples’ lives.  The librarian in particular thinks the world of him – the enthusiasm Graham shows for books makes him happy.  The principal told me that he is delightful and that any teacher would be lucky to have him in their classroom.

Graham is attending our neighborhood school.  It is public, it draws from the area surrounding our house.  The permanent structure is under construction but when the school moves into that building, in the fall of 2012, it will be a very short walk from our home.  We did a lot of research last year and looked at several private schools and a parochial school.  What we found is that Graham would be best served in our local public school.

Recently, the school board made a decision that spells disaster for us.  With pressure from the neighborhood, the school has been designated a “language immersion” school.  This means that all children will spend every morning learning math and science in either Spanish or Japanese.  Immersion meaning that those languages will be the only ones spoken in the classroom for half the day.

What does that mean for a child who has a speech delay?  A child who tries with all his might, but who struggles with English?  A child who has been getting speech therapy since the age of 22 months?  It means that he cannot go to his neighborhood school.  It means that his neighborhood school, a public institution meant to serve the people in the neighborhood, those who reside in the area, does not serve our child.  Is this discrimination?  I think so.

I went to a meeting recently with other parents who are unhappy with the decision.  The goal was to let a school  board representative know how this decision affects our children.  It was an emotional meeting.  A woman, seven months pregnant with her third child, told of her typically developing child older child and her younger child with Downs’ syndrome and how they would not be able to attend the same school.  She was devastated as she was counting on the older daughter being able to look out for the younger.  Another woman, herself an immigrant and personally thrilled with the immersion decision for her own child, told the school board that her heart was breaking for the parents of special needs children and how unfair this decision was.  A kindergarten teacher who had taught special ed for seven years, told of her desire to teach all children and spoke of the importance of a diverse classroom, especially in a public neighborhood school.  Graham’s resource room teacher stood up and said that she has twins starting kindergarten in the fall and she wants them in a classroom with all kinds of kids, not just typically developing ones who are capable of learning math and science in another language.  A man wondered about the children who will be diagnosed with special needs later in their schooling – where will they go?

It all did no good.  The decision is made.  We have to find another alternative.  We are fortunate in that Graham’s wonderful resource room teacher is moving to an “option” school that will focus on technology.  She suggested even before the language immersion switch that this new school might be a good place for Graham.  Now it is our lifeline.  We applied during the open enrollment period and now we wait.  If he does not get in to that school, he will get bussed to another public school where the resource room teacher has the reputation of being lazy and very old school.  At this point in Graham’s life, the resource room teacher is almost more important than his actual teacher, so this prospect terrifies me.  But he can’t be in a classroom using another language for half the day.

I also wonder about Spencer, who will start kindergarten in the fall of 2012.  Although he is typically developing, I don’t like the idea of language immersion for him either.  I fully support foreign languages being taught in our schools, just not immersion style.  Will Spencer be able to get in to the option school?  Is there sibling priority?  If not, I will have kids at two different schools and that just makes me dizzy.

So, we wait.  We worry.  I remember being pregnant with Graham and being so worried about him.  I had had some bleeding about mid-way through my pregnancy and he sometimes seemed to be small for his size on ultrasound, and I was just so desperate to know that he was all right.  I remember saying to someone, “I just want him to be born so I can stop worrying.”

Ha.



This Vegetarian’s Dilemma

March 29, 2011

With apologies to Michael Pollan, of course.

Do not be afraid.  I am not climbing up on a soap box here.  I have never, nor will I ever, tell you how or what to eat.  The only people who get that from me are my children and that is another story for another post.  I sincerely hope this does not come off as a rant.  I have been thinking about writing a post like this ever since I started this blog and I guess it is just time.  Bear with me.

People often ask me why I am a vegetarian.  There are a lot of reasons – environmental, ethical, health – but I would have to say that the main one is that I just am.  Even as a child I never liked meat and so giving it up has never been a struggle for me.  I did so at an early age and have not looked back.  I never “wish” I could have the steak in a restaurant.  Being vegetarian comes naturally to me and it is as much as part of my makeup as being right-handed.

Having said that, I do struggle with the foodie side of things.  Most of the time, I am a glass is half-full vegetarian.  I celebrate the bazillion things I do choose to eat rather than focus on the four things I don’t.  But those four things (red meat, white meat, poultry, fish) make up a very large percentage of what is thought of as food – in this country at any rate.  I get several food magazines and only about one-quarter of the recipes are things I can make.  The summer grilling issues usually just get tossed in the trash.  Restaurants that I read about sound tantalizing to me, until I realize that I would mostly likely have a sub-par plate of pasta and that I am better off eating at home.  Imagine me on Top Chef – what would my “protein” be?

Again, it’s not that I want to eat meat and am just not letting myself.  I spend a lot of time eating food, thinking about food, photographing food, writing about food, but this huge chunk of that world is not available to me.  I struggle with that.  I struggle with feeling left out.  I struggle with not being taken seriously.  I was inadvertently sent an email the other day in which I was referred to as a “veg-head”.  Really?  In 2011?

I fight against the stereotype of the hippy dippy vegetarian who makes nut loaf and grows her own wheat grass.  I endure jokes from acquaintances, even friends, even my own family about whether I am making hamburgers for the next dinner party.  I nod and smile when someone says that they didn’t “miss the meat!” after eating a meal that took me hours to prepare.  Or when they say that my food is really good – for vegetarian food.

From what I read, more and more Americans are trying to eat less and less meat.  Meatless Mondays and all that.  I’m glad.  I’m excited.  I want to teach people what to cook and eat on those days they choose not to eat meat.  This is precisely the reason that I decided to start teaching regular and ongoing classes in my kitchen.  But why does it feel like the perception of vegetarianism is stuck in the 1970′s?  You know, the nut loaf and the wheat grass.  My husband is fond of telling people that I have been cooking for him for over ten years and that there have only been a handful of repeat dinners, and those are usually at his request.  That is not much of an exaggeration.  Our diet is incredibly interesting and diverse.  We eat really well.  Plus we are healthy and thriving.  Most of the time, I am very happy to say just that.  But sometimes, I feel left out.



Kauai 2011

March 15, 2011

I  love that the beach is endlessly entertaining for boys.

About three and a half years ago, we got a letter from Starwood.  In it was an offer for five days on Kauai at a ridiculously low price.  It was an offer we could not refuse.  Randy and I had never been to Hawaii together and we had yet to travel with Spencer.  It was time and Kauai in February seemed like a great idea.

(Yes, we rented a convertible.  We thought the boys would totally dig it.  They were a little perplexed by the whole thing.  I loved it and so did Randy.)

We knew we would get some kind of pitch to buy something while there, but it seemed worth it to us.  Five nights of cheap accommodations for a sales pitch seemed like a small price to pay.  Randy went instead of me and came back with the news that he thought we should go for it.  I was shocked.  Randy is the more fiscally conservative half of our marriage and I would never have thought a time share would appeal to him.  I resisted initially.  To me, time share meant mediocre accommodations, being forced to travel only certain weeks, getting penalized if you didn’t use your time, etc.  Life is complicated enough without stress about a vacation.

But, as it turns out, this time share is very flexible.  There are lots of different ways we can use it and so far, we have had only positive experiences with it.  Being able to travel with two young boys and stay in a place that has a kitchen, separate bedroom for them, and a washing machine takes a lot of the stress out of the picture.  It also ends up being cheaper because we are able to eat in more than out.  (Although the groceries in Princeville are no bargain.  I went for a basic shop – breakfast stuff, snacks for the boys, wine, enough food for a couple of simple dinners, and spent $400.)

Anyway, this is the reason that we went  back.  And will go back again.  After our last trip, I swore we would never go back to Kauai.  Six hours of sun in seven days was not a vacation.  In fact, when we walked in to the living area of our condo this year, it seemed so much bigger – I think because it seemed very small after being cooped up there for an entire week with a then four and two year old.  We had some rain this time but we also had sun and Kauai is impossibly beautiful in the sunshine.

Our boys ask me everyday when we can go back.  Our place has a kids pool that is only 1½ feet deep with a water slide and turtle fountains.  They played there for hours everyday.  The beach paled in comparison for them.

We fell into a nice routine.  Wake up, eat breakfast, be mellow for a bit, hit the pool.  Maybe a lunch outing, maybe not.  After hours of playing in the sun and the water, the boys would take a three hour nap – heaven!  By the time they woke up, it was time for happy hour.

(Trust me, we are not drinking the same thing.)

Randy and I had two dinners out, one with a couple who are friends of ours and happened to be there at the same time, but mostly we just stayed local and mellow.  This is something I like about Kauai.  The pace is slow and relaxed, the people are nice, the beauty is overwhelming.  We heard stories about how you have to get your towel in place on your beach chair by 9am in Maui, otherwise you were chairless (the horror!).  We never felt anything like that on our trip.  Just cruising the roads, soaking up the sunshine, drinking fruity rum drinks, and eating lots of pineapple.  I’m ready to go back.



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